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 Tunisia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.