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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the electroclash 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Can,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.