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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.