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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.