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 Kenya and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.