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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.