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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.