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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin 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 X-102 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.