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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
The Residents,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Index,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.