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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
Swans,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.