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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Can,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.