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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.