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 Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Pole,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
MDC,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.