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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.