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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.