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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Certain Ratio 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.