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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
Interpol,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.