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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Nirvana to the rock 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.