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 Australia and from Taipei.
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 Bologna and London.
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 organ 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 the Soft Cell to the disco 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Echospace,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.