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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.