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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.