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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.