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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.