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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Golliwogs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.