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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Qualms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
cv313,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.