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 Albania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
Index,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.