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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Soft Machine to the disco 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.