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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
X-102,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.