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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.