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 France and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '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 Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
New Order,
Monolake,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.