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 Greece 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.