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 Iceland 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Offenders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.