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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crime to the rap 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.