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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.