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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.