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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 The Sonics to the rap 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.