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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
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 Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.