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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Slave to the electroclash 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.