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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.