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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
CMW,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.