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 South Sudan 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
The Associates,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.