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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.