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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the grime 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.