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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.