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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Eric Copeland to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.