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 Senegal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.