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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.