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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.