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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Smooth to the rock 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip 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?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.