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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Misunderstood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.