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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Joe Smooth to the rock 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.