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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.