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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.