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 Angola and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the techno 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.