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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.