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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 kango's stein massive 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.