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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.