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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.