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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
AZ,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.