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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the punk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Cameo,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.