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 Nigeria and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Japan to the grunge 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.