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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Black Bananas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.