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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 LL Cool J 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
The Standells,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.