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 Turkey and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
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 spring reverb 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
10cc,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.