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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 K-Klass to the disco 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Nas,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
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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.