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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 H. Thieme to the rock 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.