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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.