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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beau Brummels to the techno 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.