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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Procol Harum to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.