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 Bolivia and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.