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 Jordan and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 T. Rex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.