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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 the Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Television,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.