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 Taiwan 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.