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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Unwound,
Nas,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Monolake,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.