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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Man Eating Sloth 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
UT,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.