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 Chile and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 theremin 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.