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 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 sitar 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.