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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Can,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.