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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.