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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 II. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Visage,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.