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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.