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 Burkina 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vogues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
The Residents,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.