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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.