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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.