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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 spring reverb 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.