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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Index to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.