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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.