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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Crime,
The Fall,
Skriet,
ABBA,
New Order,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
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.