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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
MC5,
June Days,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.