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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
PIL,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.