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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.