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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Gang of Four to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Sound,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.