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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
UT,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
X-101,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.