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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
JFA,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Nico,
Cymande,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.