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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.