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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Symarip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Maurizio,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.