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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s.
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 Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.