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 Palau 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
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 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 Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.