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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Nico,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.