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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.