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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.