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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
The Fall,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.