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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thompson Twins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.