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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.