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 Singapore and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Minny Pops to the disco 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.