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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.