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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.