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 Austria and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead C to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.