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 Germany and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nico to the techno 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.