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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.