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 Tajikistan 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.