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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.