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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.