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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
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 David Bowie 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 The Tremeloes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.