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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Fall to the grunge 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.