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 France and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marmalade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.