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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Q65,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.