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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.