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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.