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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the punk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.