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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Pantytec to the dance 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.