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 Guatemala and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
The Cure,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.