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 United States and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.