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 Brunei and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Q65,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.