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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Hood 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.