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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Mars to the jazz 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
a-ha,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.