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 Pakistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Organ 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 grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.