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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
AZ,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.