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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Motorama to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Wings,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.