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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.