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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Vogues,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.