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 Antigua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.