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 Mauritania 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.