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 Ireland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
X-102,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Q65,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.