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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Smog,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.