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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slackers to the techno 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Q65,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.