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 Cape Verde 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.