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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Organ to the punk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.