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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fear 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Magazine,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.