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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the techno 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.