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 Egypt and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Main Source,
New Order,
Rekid,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.