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 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June Days to the rap 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.