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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.