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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.