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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Nas,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.