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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the electroclash 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.