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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.