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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 oboe 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 E-Dancer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.