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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Al Stewart to the funk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.