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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 H. Thieme to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.