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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.