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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 X-102 to the funk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.