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 Korea South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Mandrill to the disco 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner 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.