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 Ghana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.