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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cluster to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.