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 Tonga and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 The Offenders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.