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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.