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 Saudi Arabia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
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 synthesizer 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 The Angels of Light to the grime 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.