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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 DNA to the techno 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.