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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.