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 Monaco and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.