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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fall to the jazz 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
the Swans,
Main Source,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.