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 Maldives and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.