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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.