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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
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,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.