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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arab on Radar to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Flipper,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.