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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.