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 Nauru and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.