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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.