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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Todd Terry to the grunge 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.