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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Metal Thangz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
AZ,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.