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 Saudi Arabia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Moebius,
New Order,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.