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 Laos and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.