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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
a-ha,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
The Victims,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.