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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Technova to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.