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 Canada and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Section 25 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.