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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Sun Ra 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Q65,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.