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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 UT 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.