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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.