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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 The Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
New Order,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.