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 Togo and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Bar-Kays to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Television,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.