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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.