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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mad Mike to the grime 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.