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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Los Fastidios to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.