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 Belgium and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 The Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.