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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smog to the techno 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.