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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.