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 Estonia and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.