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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
a-ha,
The Move,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.