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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.