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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Moss Icon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.