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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.