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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.