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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.