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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
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 808 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.