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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Residents to the dance 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.