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 Niger and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Quantec,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.