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 France and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Nirvana to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.