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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.