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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Scientists to the techno 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Q65,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
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.