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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.