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 Djibouti 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.