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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.