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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.