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 Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Slave to the dance 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.