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 Japan 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.