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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the electroclash 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
X-102,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Hashim,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.