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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.