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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
MDC,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.