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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
New Order,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.