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 Burundi and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.