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 Suriname and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.