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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.