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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Scratch Acid to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
World's Most,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.