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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 cv313 to the disco 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.