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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.