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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Magazine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.