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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Talk Talk to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
New Order,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.