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 Tonga 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Symarip,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.