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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Monochrome Set to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Faust,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.