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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Average White Band to the jazz 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.