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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the rap 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.