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 Sweden 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis to the dance 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.