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 Antigua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Das Ding to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.