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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Fear,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.