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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.