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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.