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 Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
June Days,
The Residents,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.