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 Japan and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Gang of Four to the grime 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.