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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B 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?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.