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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.