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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Invisible to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.