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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.