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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.