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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Nils Olav to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.