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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MDC to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.