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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 The Blues Magoos to the rap 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.