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 Fiji and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 The Golliwogs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.