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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moody Blues to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.