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 Slovakia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Severed Heads to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.