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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 rhodes 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 Saccharine Trust 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.