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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Can,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.