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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Icehouse to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.