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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the funk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
MDC,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.