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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Infiniti to the dance 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Pagans,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.