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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 chamberlin 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.