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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.