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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flesh Eaters to the techno 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.