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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blackbyrds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Gong,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.