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 Montenegro 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.