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 Cambodia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Scion,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.