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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.