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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 The Grass Roots 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.