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 Iran and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Todd Terry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.