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 Comoros and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
UT,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.