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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MC5 to the grime 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.