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 Portugal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the crunk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
The Standells,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.