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 Peru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Surgeon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Can,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
ABC,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.