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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Wire,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.