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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.