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 Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Man Parrish to the rock 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.