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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.