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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.