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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the disco 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.