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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.