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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 United States of America to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.