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 Sri Lanka 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 The J.B.'s 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.