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 Botswana and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.