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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 ABBA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.