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 Togo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gichy Dan to the dance 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
X-102,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.