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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Raincoats 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Can,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.