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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Chris Corsano to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.