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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
MDC,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.