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 Denmark and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
The Names,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.