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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.