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 France 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.