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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.