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 Philippines and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liliput to the crunk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.