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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.