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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 United States of America to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Rapeman,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.