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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman to the rap 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
The Names,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.