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 Madagascar 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deakin to the grime 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Television,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.