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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Techniques to the disco 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
UT,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.