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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.