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 Indonesia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
Hoover,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.