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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
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Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.