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 China and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.