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 Slovakia and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.