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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
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 marimba 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.