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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
Magma,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Shoche,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.