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 Chile and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Delta 5 to the jazz 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.