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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.