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 Qatar and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Faust,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.