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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure 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 Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
The Names,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.