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 Mongolia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.