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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Severed Heads to the jazz 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.