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 Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.