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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
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 theremin 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.