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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 United States of America to the electroclash 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.