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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
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 oboe 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.