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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the dance 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.