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 United Kingdom and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the techno 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.