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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Angels of Light to the grunge 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.