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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joy Division to the grime 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Zapp,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Television,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.