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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.