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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 Cairo and Taipei.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.