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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.