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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.