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 Chad 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Deadbeat to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.