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 Denmark and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dave Gahan to the dance 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.