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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.