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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
New Order,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.