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 Uganda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.