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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 The Selecter to the grime 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
10cc,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Motorama,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.