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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Busters to the funk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Scion,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.