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 Belarus and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the dance 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.