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 Finland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.