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 Nauru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Germs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.