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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.