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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.