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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
X-101,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.