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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.