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 Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 R.M.O. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.