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 Malaysia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 David McCallum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.