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 Burundi and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
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.