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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
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,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.