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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
Wire,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.