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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.