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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.