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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Moebius to the techno 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.