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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.