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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 The Dirtbombs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.