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 Ireland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.