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 Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.