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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Slave,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.