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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Josef K to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.