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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 World's Most to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.