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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.