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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Easy Going to the funk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.