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 Russia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Starr to the punk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.