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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 oboe 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 The Motions to the dance 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.