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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal 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 Litter,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.