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 Hungary and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Severed Heads to the jazz 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Pagans,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.