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 Kazakhstan 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.