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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Liliput,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.