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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
The Victims,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.