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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.