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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 DNA to the techno 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.