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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Sonics,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.