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 Philippines and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Ten City,
a-ha,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.