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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.