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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.