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 Panama and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 spring reverb 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 Crime to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.