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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.