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 Bhutan 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 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 Wings to the electroclash 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.