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 Liberia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Eurythmics to the rap 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Ronan,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.