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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.