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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABC to the grime 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.