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 India and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Harry Pussy to the grime 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
X-102,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.