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 Sweden 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
10cc,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.