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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.