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 Zambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.