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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.