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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Surgeon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.