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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 H. Thieme to the grunge 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
AZ,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.