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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Index,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.