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 Algeria 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Connie Case to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.