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 Azerbaijan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wake to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.