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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.