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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Robert Görl to the rock 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.