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 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.