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 Spain and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Crime,
Japan,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.