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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Star Department to the electroclash 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.