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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.