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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scion to the disco 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.