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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 the Association to the grime 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.