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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Angry Samoans to the dance 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Can,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.