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 Peru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.