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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Hardrive to the dance 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Symarip,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.