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 Korea North and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.