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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gap Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.