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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Ituana,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.