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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Minor Threat to the rock 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.