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 Australia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Max Romeo to the dance 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Television,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.