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 Indonesia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
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 mellotron 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 Bill Wells to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.