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 Greece and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.