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 Palau and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.