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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Can,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.