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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Maurizio to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Index,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.