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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
ABC,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Organ,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.