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 Belgium 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the punk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.