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 Armenia and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.