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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Vogues to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.