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 Turkey and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Television,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.