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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 snare 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.