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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 E-Dancer to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins 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?
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.