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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.