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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.