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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 The Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Zapp,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
ABC,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Excepter,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.