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 Colombia and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 H. Thieme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.