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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.