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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Zapp,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.