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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas to the jazz 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.