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 Senegal and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Japan,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.