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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Mandrill to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Busters,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.