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 Malawi 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.