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 Austria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
the Swans,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.