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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.