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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.