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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Television,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.