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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Deadbeat to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.