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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.