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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.