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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Metal Thangz 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.