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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.