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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Talk Talk to the grunge 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.