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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Marine Girls to the grunge 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.