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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ituana to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.