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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the dance 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.