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 Uganda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
The Index,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.