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 Greece and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Neu! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.