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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the funk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.