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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Last Poets to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.