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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
ABC,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.