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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
The Remains,
Ten City,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.