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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
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 guitar 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 The Stooges to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.