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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sisters of Mercy to the disco 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
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.