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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Stiv Bators to the dance 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.