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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Neu! to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.