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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Arcadia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.