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 France and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Little Man,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.