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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 New Order to the jazz 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.