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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.