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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neon Judgement to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Sparks,
the Swans,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.