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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 techno 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.