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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.