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 Kingdom and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.