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 Eritrea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Monolake,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.