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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Television,
Wire,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.