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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Mummies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
UT,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.