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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 linndrum 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.