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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.