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 Mexico 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Angels of Light to the electroclash 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.