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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Shadows of Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.