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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette 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 Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.