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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Panda Bear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Scion,
The Move,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.