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 Kosovo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Magazine,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.