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 Liberia and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.