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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.