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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Blossom Toes to the techno 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
New Order,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.