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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
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 rhodes 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 Chris Corsano to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.