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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.