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 Oman and from Taipei.
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 Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.