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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Guru Guru 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Faust,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.