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 Suriname 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.