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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the funk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.