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 Romania and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
Interpol,
Q65,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.