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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.