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 Colombia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
The Slits,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.