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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Can,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.