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 France and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.