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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.