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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.