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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moebius to the rap 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.