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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.