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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.