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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.