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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.