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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Parry Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.