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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.