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 Gabon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.