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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Music Machine to the grunge 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.