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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.