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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Grass Roots to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Nico,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.