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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Can 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.