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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 10cc to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.