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 Armenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.