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 Panama 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.