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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.