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 Gabon and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.