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 Andorra 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 808 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.