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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.