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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.