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 Guyana and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Kayak,
cv313,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.