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 Seychelles and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 U.S. Maple to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.