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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Franke,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.