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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Max Romeo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.