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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.