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 Chad 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.