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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Offenders to the rap 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.