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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motions to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Faust,
Gong,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Urselle,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.