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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.