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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.