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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.