Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Niger and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.