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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.