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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Monolake to the rap 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.