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 Serbia and from Cairo.
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 Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.