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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.