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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.