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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Liliput,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.