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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.