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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deepchord to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q65,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.