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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.