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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama 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 crunk 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.