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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.