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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Wire to the grunge 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.