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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.