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 Bhutan 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Goldenarms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.