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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 harpsichord 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 Franke to the crunk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.