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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Franke,
Main Source,
Index,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.