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 Comoros and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.